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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Learn from them

You love someone selflessly
Then why you always do hard to prove it?
It is a fact that can be easily known
but we don't pay a bit of heed to it
Or, maybe it isn't true truly
But we have mastered ourselves as pretenders !
That makes every real thing fake 
Please don't do that with love 
Let it bloom in preen for God's sake
As we grow, our world grow
But this heart? It concise itself 
with strangeness, fear, anger,ego 
A muddle between heart and mind
Where greed supersedes, not always!
I see, those little cute babies 
Heart smiles at once looking at them
They wish to get the entire world
everything! no matter good or bad
Because,unlike ours, they have a big heart
Enough to love, care and share with everyone
Their innocent heart perceive the world's grieve
They do not pretend and thus, they need not prove
They teach us more than what they lean from us
But again, As we grow, our world grow
But this heart? It concise itself 
with strangeness, fear, anger,ego 


Monday, July 07, 2014


It all starts with a new challenge, everyday,
a battle against yesterday, for a better today.

Haunted by your regrets and fears,
mistakes and failures, solitude and tears.

It all continues with single step, and timely stride,
slowly moving towards your goal, where you'll never be tired.

Your goal might be locked on the pin point top of a mountain,
remember to follow the mantra, without pain, there ain't any gain.

It all ends with glory, that opens with a key of hardwork,
where you'll see happiness, celebration and firework.

But promise, you'll sing the success song,
and continue this journey, lifelong.

-Sulaiman Sait

This inspirational poem as a guest post is penned by my dear friend, Sulaiman. He lives in Chennai and currently pursuing his medical course. There are a lot of things we share in common but writing is the foremost similarity we share. He helps me in everything whether it is life's situation, studies or about writing, he guides me whenever I ask for. Since, I am going through life's most important phase (Career oriented) and that is why to inspire me he graced My Friendship with such a beautiful and uplifting poem to which I can connect completely. He himself is a wonderful poet and can write over any topic in the world. That is what makes me amazed. Believe me, it is worth to read his interesting compositions mainly based on society and facts. He writes his heart at Sulaiman's work- my dream mausoleum

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Me, Food and Borosil

o other delight in the world can match up to the delight that #BeautifulFood gives. Am a great foodie. I believe if one isn't happy in life or bored of same routine then, there is a magic wand that can instantly work on to make one smile and evades worry for sometime is #BeautifulFood  

It strengthens the bond and increases the love for eachother.Above all, food is expressive! 
 I have a lot of memories associated with food. Cooking #BeautifulFood is an art and everyone isn't blessed with it. And you know, am blessed to have many blessed talented Chefs at my home. Grandma, Dad, Mom and Nani ji all of them are skilled in this field. Most of the times, when I am tired and sick of undergoing the fixed routine then food is what that rejuvenate me to get ready for coaching classes just after the school hours. Mom takes good care of my likes and dislikes and so she keeps on making my favorite dishes after frequent breaks. There are a lot of things that she cooks like no one else. I like lady finger with stuffed spices, fried potatoes but more than that her Sindhi Kadhi makes me go crazy. She adds my favorite vegetables which make it healthier and I simply love it!

Grandma, though she is too old but keeps herself maintained and active. She likes to keep herself busy and so kitchen is where she finds her beautiful world. Everyday, she makes lunch for us and the best thing is she asks my choice before I leave for school. Dadi ma makes super delicious butter chicken and anything with do pyaaza. Its aroma is enough to make your mouth watery. I feel like heaven relishing the fresh and intense taste of spices as she prefers to use traditional homemade ones rather packed spices.

My dad and nani ma are the experts. They can make everything and anything. There is no food category they haven't tried and not just tried but expertise themselves. Here I demands and the dish gets ready in a couple of days. I feel extremely blessed when it comes to food. Each day I thank to god after my meal because everyone isn't blessed like me. I used to hate bitter-gourd and I used to ponder why do people love it and eat after all it is bitter in taste. I remember, the day my dad forced me to eat it and I was trying hard to keep myself away at any cost but then I can't see my family disappointed and sad. After a few minutes I went back to him and pleaded, Papa I want to eat those bitter gourds. My words made him extremely happy. I had a bite of it and you won't believe I loved its taste. It was a mix of sweet and bitter as my dad had added fried onions into it. Since then, I count it as one of my most favorite dishes. We often take it along during long journeys. Whenever there is a great event Nani ji makes it even more auspicious with her moong dal halwa. During winters she makes our most famous dish ‘’makke di roti te sarson da saag’’. Ahaa! I am already feeling so hungry after talking about such scrumptious dishes but I won't leave until I share about one of the most important things. 

Mom and dad are very social so very often we have guests at home. Well, guests hain to khaatirdaari to banti hai. After all, that is what makes them feel respected, regarded and remembered. Dad leaves no stone unturn to do so. Are you curious to know how? Besides his delicious cooking he prefers Borosil utensils to make it safe and healthy to eat. First he brought a borosil melamine dinner set then the list got added with borosil tumblers, smart Lid dishes, bowls and plates and recently a casserole. Though all of them fascinate me with their unique design and excellent quality yet I prompted a question on why he is making a collection of Borosil utensils. I always prefer to know his point of views and this time too he gave me a lot of reasons why one should prefer Borosil. The borosil brand embodies over fifty years of dependability. Their promising commitment to quality and perfection makes it different from other brands. Borosil utensils are designed in such a way that it is easy to clean, pleasing to eyes, flame proof, freezer proof and so light in weight that you will forget it is there in your hands and more than that all of them are 100% borosilicate. Simpler, smarter and better to use. He says, ''a good representation is equally important as the taste.'' I can connect to this in a much deeper sense same as Borosil helped me to connect with finger licking dishes.  

This post is written for Indiblogger Contest - '' My Beautiful Food''

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Starless Sky

Below the dark starless sky she takes a breath of sigh
A void, dwelling within her may remain concealed  
Layers of mist clinch vision from those moist eyes 
But what about those memories that play endlessly? 
Long ago wounded heart with scars freshen, bleeds 
She searched for a lorn place to unveil her real self
A crying heart that weeps quietly among the laughter 
  Unable to proceed from the last ended life's chapter 
The world doesn't stops for anyone then why should life?
She closed her swollen eyes and pressed her lips in anxiety 
Swept her ever ceaseless tears. Life is all about moving on!
When autumn transpires, the earth becomes dry and dead
And then, spring comes with a flair to rejuvenate the lives
Same is the life. After the storm the day shines bright
I shouldn't be still and fragile, I will carry on with a true smile
Life is worth to be lived and I won't let it go passive in plight.

Monday, June 09, 2014

No More Silence

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 47; the forty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton

Like any other girl;she too had a dream,
Vividly colored to live a life happily after, 
Before the world they made a promise of love ,
Together they lived with no smiles and laughter.

This gave her a feeling of estrange,
She remained hopeful and silent, 
She would try her best for his delight,
But, his love came as violence. 

It was hard for her to listen, 
Those words of hatred and false pride, 
She accepted her fate of silent cries, 
Yet tried to be happy to keep relation alive.

He loved her but finds hard to express, 
Fails to understand why anger come out of love,
Guilt within to make her cry and sad,
Silence is all that carries between the pairing dove. 

To her plight and disguise she versified, 
Writing her heart became her solace,
Occupied herself with nature and caricature, 
She found her new world of expression,a lovely place.

His anger eroded and love brimmed ,
Realizing his beautiful world ending,
He looked for her to cuddle in his arms,
She wasn't at sight but found a diary lying.

For a moment he felt so strange,
But then he made himself ready for a surprise, 
He read her words written out of pain,
Heard her silence and love reprise.

He felt creep and sorry, 
Wrote his heart that borrowed a silent love,
She accepted him with her open arms,
A new journey started of no more silence but of love.

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